It’s More Fun with Your First Love But.

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Bata pa lang ako, fan na ako ni Jollibee. Walang kaarawan ko noon ang lumipas na hindi ako napapakain ng mga magulang ko sa lugar na ito kung saan may pinakamasarap at pinakamasayang manok. Kapag may mga bagong laruan ang Jollibee, pipilitin ko talaga ang nanay ko na ibili ako. Sa sobrang mahal din namin si Jollibee, inuuwi namin ng lola ko yung plastik na baso, kutsara at tinidor na may mukha ni Jollibee sa dulo.

Ewan. May kung anong karisma talaga kay Jollibee na gugustuhin sya ng mga bata. Yung tipong kinikilig-kilig ka pag andyan yung mascot nya. Tatawa ng malakas kapag niyakap ka. At kapag umalis na siya, ay may di mapawing ngiti ang naiiwan sa labi.

Ito lang ang pinagtatakhan ko sa aking kabataan. Wala akong maalala na nagpakuha man lang ako ng litrato sa kanya. Ang alam ko lang nahihiya ako kapag andyan na sya. May saya na di ko maipaliwanag. May kakaibang pakiramdam na nagpapatigil ng mundo ko hanggang sa wala akong magawa kundi ang tingnan sya.

Ngayong nasa sapat na edad na ako kung saan mas madaming bagay na ang aking naiintindihan, unti-unti akong naliwanagan sa aking damdamin.

Kung bakit ko ito pinamagatang ganoon ay dahil… Tama ka. Si Jollibee ang aking First Love… Siya pala. Siya pala yun?

Hanggang ngayon ay may tuwa pa din sa aking damdamin kapag nakikita ko sya. Pero di na tulad noong bata ako dahil ngayon alam ko na ang pinagkaiba ng totoo sa imahinasyon, ng possible at imposible.

At sa ngayon, mayroon na akong Ultimate Love.

It is most fun with your ultimate love than your first love.

Sino si Ultimate Love? Siya ang nagbigay liwanag at nagpabago ng buhay ko.

Siya ang nagbigay ng pagkakataon sa akin para maranasan ang lahat ng ito.

Siya ang nagbigay daan upang mailigtas ako, tayo.

Siya ang nagbigay ng lahat ng meron tayo ngayon.

Siya ay si Hesus.

Siya.

Kay sarap umibig sa tulad Niya.

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Just So You Know

 

Who would have thought we’d make memories together?

I miss…

…eating with (all of) you.

…drinking a cup of water or coffee with (all of) you.

…running so fast whenever there’s a camera around just to have a photo with (all of) you.

… sitting and laughing with (all of) you.

…sharing stories, talks and funny statements with (all of) you.

… those sleepless nights during our outings.

… performing with (all of) you during batch presentations/ competitions.

… praying with (all of) you at the right side of the Main Library.

… walking from wherever to wherever just to have such time with (all of) you.

And many other things we usually do together.

I miss those days.

 

I miss all of you.

Yes. Just so you know.

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You Are Special

Here is one of the stories I dearly love. You are Special, written by Max Lucado, a story of finding, understanding and accepting your true identity and purpose. Here, you’ll realize your uniqueness and that our purpose is greater than our own fulfillment, happiness, career, family, and dreams. Our identity is related to our purpose. Once we understand who we are, we will discover our purpose here on Earth.

How do we know why we are here?…

The Bible says, “11 In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will,” Ephesians 1:11

It begins when we discover our identity and then our purpose through a relationship with God. It is not an accident that we were created. His plans for us were laid even before time. Amazing is He! We just have to accept Him in our lives as we accept who we are and the purpose given to us.

So, there you go! Enjoy reading this inspirational story. Be blessed, be loved beloved.

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The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.

Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots.

Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn’t want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. “He deserves lots of dots,” the wooden people would agree with one another. “He’s not a good wooden person.”

After a while Punchinello believed them. “I’m not a good Wemmick,” he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he’d ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn’t that people didn’t try to give her stickers; it’s just that the stickers didn’t stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn’t stay either. ‘That’s the way I want to be,’thought Punchinello. ‘I don’t want anyone’s marks.’ So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. “It’s easy,” Lucia replied. “every day I go see Eli.”

“Eli?” “Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him.” “Why?” “Why don’t you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He’s there.”

And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. “But he won’t want to see me!” Punchinello cried out. Lucia didn’t hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. “It’s not right,” he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. “I’m not staying here!” and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.

“Punchinello?” The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. “Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you.” Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. “You know my name?” the little Wemmick asked.

“Of course I do. I made you.” Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. “Hmm,” the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. “Looks like you’ve been given some bad marks.” “I didn’t mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.” “Oh, you don’t have to defend yourself to me, child. I don’t care what the other Wemmicks think.” “You don’t?”

No, and you shouldn’t either. Who are they to give stars or dots?

They’re Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn’t matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”

Punchinello laughed. “Me, special? Why? I can’t walk fast. I can’t jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?”

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. “Because you’re mine. That’s why you matter to me.”

Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this–much less his maker. He didn’t know what to say.

“Every day I’ve been hoping you’d come,” Eli explained.

“I came because I met someone who had no marks.”

“I know. She told me about you.”

“Why don’t the stickers stay on her?”

“Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them.”

“What?”

“The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“You will, but it will take time. You’ve got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care.” Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. “Remember,” Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. “You are special because I made you. And I don’t make mistakes.”

Punchinello didn’t stop, but in his heart he thought, “I think he really means it.”

And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.

May all your dots fall silently to the ground, for if given by man, they matter only to other men, if given by the Gods, no one questions, the scars that make up our lives. (when given the choice, pass out stars, drop the dots in the trash.)

Greatest is He

 

The Eternal Cycle

The Eternal Cycle

This is the eternal cycle. Yeah, redundant but isn’t it amazing? I drew this to easily visualize the greatness of my Daddy. I believe God will sacrifice His son again and again just for our sake.

For God (greatest person) so loved (greatest of all) the world (greatest creation) that he gave (greatest deed) his one and only Son (greatest sacrifice), that whoever believes in him shall not perish (greatest faith) but have eternal life (greatest reward). –John 3:16

The bible also says:

Psalm 50:9-10

New Living Translation (NLT)

9 But I do not need the bulls from your barns
or the goats from your pens.
10 For all the animals of the forest are mine,
and I own the cattle on a thousand hills.

If God has everything, then why did He sacrifice His son for all of us?

Because He loves us so much that He is willing to sacrifice His one and only for the sake of many.

… Therefore, we, sons and daughters of God have the greatest destiny of our life. Truly amazing! This thought causes my heart to fly into awesomeness of Earth and beyond. Indescribable!

When we start to believe the greatest person who showed us the greatest of all (which is love) and appreciate the greatest deed as we acknowledge His greatest sacrifice and by having the greatest faith then He will bless us with the greatest reward. Woooah!

We have to be in awe of His beauty and all things and blessings will follow. He is eternal life, He is our all, and He is everything. He is the King. If we allow ourselves to sacrifice and lay down all that we have-our talents, careers, material things etc.- God will make a make a way to give back all that we surrender- twice, thrice until everything overflows in abundance.

Now, are you willing to sacrifice the thing you valued the most? Listen to your heart. Be prepared. Your reward is there, you just have to be emptied for you to be filled. Be excited to overflow.

Si Pink Ranger

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Lumilipas nga ang panahon. Dinadala na ako ng hangin sa landas na kung saan dapat ako pumaroon. Minsan sumasabit sa mga sanga, bumabangga sa pader, nahuhulog sa lupa pero muling lumulutang at sumusunod sa direksyon na kung saan patuloy ang paglipad. Kung minsan pinipilit kong bumalikwas at tumungo sa taliwas na direksyon pero ganun ata talaga, dapat matuto kang sumunod at paninindigan ang daloy ng hangin na nakatakda sa buhay mo. Kesa sa bandang huli ay pagsisihan mo ito. Palaging tandaan ang pagsisisi ay nasa huli. Subukan nating ilagay sa una minsan, para kang kumain ng apa  at pag ubos na ang apa ay saka kukunin ng kamay mo ang sorbetes. Kung hindi mo naintindihan, subukan mo na lang.

Noong bata ako, maliban sa pangarap kong maging doktor, guro at astronaut, at gawin ang lahat ng ito ng sabay-sabay, minsan naisip kong maging si Kimberly. Kilala nyo ba si Kimberly? Kung batang 90’s ka baka kilala mo siya. Siya lang naman si Pink Ranger. Hanggang ngayon iniisip ko kung bakit sa dami ng naging Pink ranger sya yung naging paborito ko. Marahil na din siguro sa tiwala sa sarili na nakita ko sa kanya. Naaalala ko pa yung isang eksena noon na may biglang bagong Pink ranger ang dumating. Mas maganda, mas magaling at mas matalino. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali Cathy ang pangalan nya. Isang kaaway na nagpapanggap na kakampi ng rangers. Isang taong nagiging pusa sa di ko na maalalang dahilan. Pero sa huli, hindi man muling naging sa Pink ranger si Kimberly ay nagawa nyang baguhin ang pagkatao ng taong hinamon ang pagkatao at pagkakakilala nya sa sarili nya.

Ngayon hindi man ako isang doktor, guro, astronaut at lalong lalo na maging si Pink ranger masaya ako sa buhay na ibinigay sa akin. Minsan may mga sumusubok sa aking lakas at kapangyarihan pero sabi ko nga sa aking sarili, “walang bagay na walang solusyon at di napagtatagumpayan. Tiwala lang. Pak!”.

Kung mabibigyan naman ako ng pagkakataong maging si Pink Ranger, tatanggapin ko. Bakit naman hindi? Masaya siguro yung mag tutumbling ka tapos biglang mababago yung anyo mo, magkakaroon ng maskara na may dalawang itim na bahagi para sa mga mata at fit na costume sabay poise pagkumpleto na yung transformation. Sabay sabay kayong susugod ng iba pang mga rangers habang may pasabog sa likod nyo na para bang nagsasabing walang makakatalo sa galing nyo. At kapag nararamdaman na ng kalaban na matatalo na sya, bigla nalang itong magiging higanteng kaaway. Doon ay magpapakitang gilas kayo sa pagtawag ng kanya-kanyang hayop na nagiging isang kahanga-hangang robot kapag nag”volt in”. (Hindi naman siguro magagalit ang Voltes V kung ginamit ko yung linya nila.) Mas kapanapanabik kapag  malapit ng matalo ang kaaway. Ilalabas ng robot ng rangers yung kanyang makapangyarihang espada, hihiwain sa gitna ang katawan ng kaaway pagkatapos ay tatalikod sa kalaban habang sumasabog ang katawan nito. At syempre dapat andun pa din ang attitude at poise.

Kahit pa hanggang sa panaginip lamang ito, kung gusto mo na ding maging si Pink Ranger, ito ang tatandaan mo nauna ako sa’yo.

Subalit anumang kagustuhan natin na maging katulad ng mga rangers, sa realidad alam natin na hindi ito mangyayari kailan man. Ang lahat ay pawang imahinasyon lamang at huwag mo akong tularan. Rated SPG.

Para naman kahit paano ako ay maging isang mabuting ehemplo, eto lang ang sasabihin ko. Mas kilala  natin ang ating mga sarili. Maaaring hindi tayo maging ranger pero may “superhuman” dyan sa kaibuturan ng ating puso. Mayroong nagsusumigaw na ilabas ang kabutihan at maging tanda ng pagbabago at kapayapaan.  Kailangan mong panindigan kung sino ka habang nakaukit sa puso at isipin mo kung para saan ka at kung bakit ka nabubuhay. May mga bagay o pagkakataon na di pwedeng gusto mo lang. Dapat alam mo kung para saan ito, may katahimikan ba sa puso  mo, at mas makabubuti dapat ito sa nakakarami.

Kung bakit nga ba bigla kong naalala si Pink Ranger, yan ang di ko alam. Pero natutuwa ako na kahit man lang sa di inaasahang pagkakataon ay naroon pa din ang alaala ng aking kabataan. Hindi man ito ang humubog ng tunay sa akin at dahilan ng kung sino ako ngayon, eh ano? Minsan lang talaga ay masarap balikan ang panahon kung kailan simple lang ang mangarap. Yung mga tipong imposible, lahat ay nagiging posible. Maliit ka man, musmos at inosente, sisiw lang ang lahat ng problema.

Para sa’yo Pink Ranger, salamat sa pagbisita sa aking isipan. Madaming bagay at pangarap na ang aking nakalimutan at unti unting natabunan ng “imposible” pero sa di inaasahang pagdaan mo, binuhay mo ang puso at katawang tao ko! Oo, walang imposible. Lahat ay posible, maniwala ka lang sa sarili mo, sa kapalaran mo at sa Kanya. Dahil lahat ng sa Kanya ay iyo, at lahat ng posible ay Kanya na gusto nyang ibahagi sa’yo.

Alam kong magulo ang sinulat kong ito dahil magulo ang utak ko. Masyadong madaming gustong sabihin pero para sa utak ko, tandaan mo na dalawa lang ang tenga ko. Ang sobrang sigurado ko lang, ito ay iniaalay ko kay Pink Ranger.

Ikaw ang bida Pink Ranger! Mabuhay ka!

When You Have One Month To Live

Months have gone so fast but the encouragement I got from the book “One Month to Live” is still fresh and right here in my heart.  First, I’d like to share how this book came into my life.

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It was a “day of desperation” for having a book to read. I was walking inside a mall when I urgently asked God to give me something to ponder. I visited BookSale and Powerbooks but it took me a hard time finding for a book to read. There, I skipped and went to National Book Store. I saw different interesting books but I couldn’t afford to buy them since they’re too expensive. I moved around NBS and found books that were on sale. Oh my God. The books cost P100 each, still new and hard bound. With too much excitement, I searched for an interesting book  like as if I was searching for a treasure. Few minutes later, I found this book with a catchy title, hard bound, still covered with a plastic, with Rick Warren’s foreword and of course, costs P100 only. Amazing! I ran to the cashier and bought the book with a wide smile. When I got home, I happily tore the plastic and opened it.  From that day as I accepted the challenge, my thoughts and views on life were changed.

“One Month To Live: Thirty Days to a No-Regrets Life” by Kerry and Chris Shook encourages reader to live their life to the fullest and a life that really matters. The book brings out options to readers on how they would want to spend the 30 remaining days of their existence. It gives words of wisdom that can help change our thoughts about life, embrace the goodness of God, and pursue life while pursuing His heart. The book covers 4 key principles:

  1.  “Live Passionately”
  2.  “Love Completely”
  3.  “Learn Humbly”
  4.  “Leave Boldly”

I don’t know how I will start sharing  all the lessons I got from the book.  So, I thought of putting some excerpts to give you a picture of how my Day 1 was.

“Your time on earth is limited. No matter how much this idea makes you squirm, it’s a fact. No matter who you are, how young or old, what measure of success you’ve attained, or where you live, mortality remains the great equalizer. With each tick of the clock, a moment of your life is behind you. Even as you read this paragraph, seconds passed that you can never regain. Your days are numbered, and each one that passes is gone forever.”- Introduction, Living the Dash

“… When you think about it, we don’t have control over many things in life. We didn’t get to decide where we were born, who our parents are, or which time period and culture we face. We don’t get to decide the dates on our gravestone. We don’t know when our time on this earth will be up. It could be next week or next year or decades away. Only God knows. Our lives are in His hands. But there is thing we have a vast amount of control over. We get to decide how we’re going to use our dash. “-Introduction, Living the Dash

 

“There’s no time like the present—right now!—to get started. Reading this book takes time, your most precious commodity, and I promise not to waste one second you spend on these pages. As you discover the life you were made for, today can truly be the first day of a life with no regrets. Claim today as the start of a month that’s guaranteed to change your life!”- Introduction, Living the Dash

Above are the paragraphs that drove me into a new season of life. Challenge accepted! I am so grateful to have a very special book like this.

While reading the book, questions like these were here and there. What will you do if you only have 30 days to live? Where will you spend your remaining days? Who do you want to be with until your days are over? What are the things you would do that really matters?

 

The idea of living like you’re dying brought me to a list of 30 things I want to do if I only have a month to live. So, what’s on my list?

Day 1: Visit Disney Land with my family. Well, that would be tiring but a very precious moment for all of us. Since I’ll be at Disney Land and I’ll be meeting a lot of kids from different nations, I’ll make sure to have a photo with them. Oh how I love kids! Cute!

Day 2: While on plane going back to Manila, I’ll give a thank you note to my parents and siblings. I’ll give them a very tight hug and butterfly kisses. I’ll tell them how blessed I am to be part of their lives.

Day 3: I’ll give a phone call to all my dearest friends and relatives. A skype conference will do. I should make a list for this. I’ll also give a call to those I have to ask for forgiveness or I have to forgive.

Day 4: Go to a nature escapade. Puerto Prinsesa, Palawan would be a great place for adventure. It’s more fun in the Philippines!

Day 5: Make and record a song for Him. I dearly love music even if music doesn’t love me back. Who cares! It’s for Him. It’s for my Daddy God. 😀

Day 6: Attend an art class. I really want to create an art work that will leave a mark to everyone.

Day 7: Food trip with my siblings. At the same day, we will give out balloons to street kids. I love seeing balloons. For me, balloons are synonymous to happiness, hope and faith.

Day 8: Cook an unusual dish for my parents. I’ll make sure that it will be delicious. Slurp! We’ll eat at UPLB Freedom Park. We’ll stay there until the moon and the stars look at us.

Day 9:  I’ll stay for a night at FOREHA dormitory. I want to sleep there again, as simple as that.

Day 10: UPLB Main Library. From dawn to dusk, I’ll stay there. 😀 Of course, I’ll bring food and I’ll invite my batch mates and closest friends.

Day 11: I’ll declare blessings and breakthroughs to strangers. God will be known through me even just for a day.

Day 12: Movie marathon! Sleep! Rest day! Me day!

Day 13: Ice cream and doughnuts date with my cellmates (past and present).

Day 14: Go back to my home. San Juan, Batangas! I’ll visit my highschool alma mater and go out for a date with the Hestia hunks and bodies. Eat Lomi and Goto Batangas. Oh my God!

Day 15: I’m half way there. Yeah! I’ll ride a bicycle with a basket of flowers. This excites me!Then, I’ll sit down on the grasses while looking at a wide farmland and listening to the chirping of birds. That peacefulness!

Day 16-18: I want to stay in an island for three days. What an adventure! Yey!

Day 19: Because I so love science and environment, I’ll organize a tree planting activity, coral reef and wildlife visitation with my friends.

Day 20: It’s my turn. I guess. I’ll ask him for a candle light dinner, with acoustic band behind us- a sweet date with balloons and flowers everywhere.  😀 (Whoever he maybe, we’ll see in the future) Cheeziness! (If in case we already have our children, I would like them to be with us) Family date!

Day 21-22: PARIS! Yeah! I want to see Eiffel tower, the doves and its beautiful scenery. I’ll walk around the town and try all the delicious foods and fun rides.

Day 23-24: United Kingdom! I want to see a real castle. –Fin-

Day 25: Philippines again! Wooh! I want to ride a hot air balloon. I’ll bring a telescope with me to see the vastness of God’s creation from the view above.

Day 26: I’ll fly a kite. I’ll run as fast as I can until it reaches the sky. And when I get tired, I’ll lay on the grass, look at the clouds above and shout “I love You God”.

Day 27-28: Whether it’s Christmas time or not, I want to be Ms. Santa for two days. I’ll surprise my friends, colleagues, relatives, parents and siblings with gifts. I’ll visit communities to distribute gifts while wearing a Santa costume with the roaring “HO-HO-HO”

Day 29: I’ll soak in His presence. I’ll thank Him for my life and for everything. I’ll cry for sure, but I know my heart will be filled with gladness. Soon, we’ll be together forever and that thought makes me more excited and comfy than the thought of dying of course.

Day 30: I’ll write a blog post about the goodness and greatness of God to my life. And that post will be my legacy.

How about you? What, where, who or how would you like to have on your remaining 30 days on Earth? Will it uncover your covered dreams? Will you choose to love even your enemies? How do you want others to see the beauty of life through you?

The answers are yours to make. Live your life to the fullest, let Him in control of it.